Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women

Chapter 1762: Chapter 1762

Jude moved to the center, standing tall beneath the glowing spire above. His chest burned - not with pain, but with the certainty of purpose. He was the pulse now. The seed-bearer. The lover chosen not just by the island, but by the sacred rhythm that had shaped it.

One by one, the women moved around him. Lucy first, placing her hand on his heart. Then Sophie, her lips pressing to his spine. Emma, Zoey, Grace, Stella, Susan, Natalie, Scarlet, Layla, and finally Rose - all touched him, kissed him, whispered to him. Their voices became a hum, a chant, a song not made of words but of need and surrender and promise.

The moss rose like a living bed beneath Jude’s feet, curling and lifting until he stood elevated among them. A golden thread stretched from his chest, invisible yet tangible, connecting to each of the women in turn. And when Rose stepped forward and kissed him - slow, deep, eternal - the thread pulsed and thickened with light.

She lowered herself to her knees before him, her hands sliding along his thighs. "You’re ready," she whispered. "Let us show you what that means."

Jude’s breath caught as she took him into her mouth, her lips worshipful, slow, tongue tracing along him with devotion. Lucy knelt beside her, her hands stroking his thighs, her mouth kissing his stomach. Stella kissed his side, her fingers tangling in his hand. The others moved closer, lips brushing his skin, soft moans echoing through the chamber.

It wasn’t just sex.

It was communion.

Rose’s mouth moved with practiced rhythm, teasing him with her tongue, with little moans that vibrated through his core. Lucy began to kiss down his chest, finding his nipples, sucking and flicking while Grace’s hands explored his back, nails dragging slowly in patterns that lit every nerve.

Emma pressed between his legs from behind, her breasts warm against his thighs, her fingers slipping between Rose and Lucy to wrap around him, guiding him deeper into Rose’s throat. His hips twitched, breath staggering.

"You feel us?" Zoey murmured against his ear, her hands sliding up his sides. "Every part of us is yours."

Natalie’s kisses moved down his spine, her mouth hot against his skin. Scarlet cupped his balls, rolling them gently, her eyes glazed with reverence. Layla pressed her lips to his ribs, her breath hot and needy.

Sophie climbed up behind him, arms wrapping around his torso, her teeth grazing his neck. "We give you everything, Jude."

His knees nearly buckled as Rose sucked him harder, deeper, her eyes never leaving his. Lucy leaned in and kissed him just as Rose pulled back, the taste of them all mixing on her lips.

And then Grace slid beneath him, lying back on the moss, her legs opening, inviting. "Take me," she said, voice breathless. "Let it begin with me."

Jude lowered himself between her thighs, his body trembling as she guided him inside. She was wet, welcoming, her hips lifting in perfect rhythm to his first slow thrust. Around them, the women moaned in chorus. Grace arched, gasping as he filled her.

Lucy knelt beside her, holding her hand, kissing her temple. Rose kissed Grace’s thigh, then Jude’s shoulder. They moved together like dancers, like flame and breath. Jude moved within Grace slowly, worshipfully, each stroke drawing her closer to the edge.

Zoey kissed Grace’s breasts, tongue swirling around her nipples, while Stella knelt between their legs, watching with flushed cheeks, touching herself.

When Grace cried out, her orgasm shuddering through her, Jude felt the golden thread between them burst into light. The tree responded, roots trembling around them. Grace collapsed into Lucy’s arms, smiling through tears.

Emma took her place without hesitation.

She wrapped her legs around him, eyes locked with his. "Make me part of you," she whispered.

He entered her slowly, her walls slick and tight, her breath catching. Jude kissed her deeply as he moved, his hands cradling her head. Her back arched, her body opening to him with perfect trust.

Natalie and Zoey lay beside them, stroking her arms, kissing her mouth when Jude wasn’t. When she came, her entire body trembled, her legs locking around him as the thread between them ignited.

One by one, they came to him.

Scarlet straddled him next, wild and breathless, clawing at his chest.

Then Stella, gentle and playful, her giggles turning into moans.

Susan came quietly, trembling in his arms, whispering, "I love you" again and again.

Layla was soft heat and moaning surrender.

Sophie kissed him the whole time, her orgasm shattering through her like a wave.

Lucy... Lucy was last.

She straddled him slowly, her thighs sliding against his hips, her breath hot as she lowered herself onto him with a gasp that was part relief, part prayer. They didn’t move at first, just held each other, lips pressed, hearts pounding in unison.

"I’m yours," she whispered. "Always."

Their bodies moved like water, like tide, slow and deep. When she came, she pulled him into her with her whole soul, and when he followed, the tree exploded in light.

The crystal above shattered and bloomed, raining petals and golden light down upon them.

They collapsed together, bodies tangled in a nest of moss and root and light, breath heaving, limbs heavy with bliss.

And the island sang. noveldrama

Again.

Only this time, it wasn’t a call.

It was a celebration.

Jude closed his eyes, Lucy’s head on his chest, the others draped around him like stars on the night sky.

They were no longer searching.

They were home.

And the dream was just beginning.

The light that lingered above the tree slowly dimmed into a golden twilight, though the sky beyond still pulsed with soft radiance - as if night and day had finally surrendered their boundaries to something new. Jude lay at the center of it all, encircled by the twelve women who had become more than lovers, more than companions. They were pieces of him now, facets of one shared pulse.